UNTITLED TYPEWRITER POEM NO. SEVENTEEN

17

If I were written,
I should not be read
until you arrive
in the boldest,
most elegant poetry
disguised as prose.

As prose,
you are seen
by any eyes
and you are loved
by every
all the same.

But as poetry,
you are seen
by my eyes
and you are loved
by me
as only I can.

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